Su Ji agreed and nodded as she ate the dumplings.
However, Su Cunyi's expression changed. "Why are you saying that too?"
Pei Huai's lips curled up emotionlessly. "I don't think Su Ji's guess is a conspiracy theory. Blood relations don't stop anything."
He had heard from the servant about Zhang Guihua's condition previously. From his judgment, it was also a symptom of poisoning.
"If the old madam dies of illness, who will be the biggest beneficiary?" He looked at Su Cunyi with a long gaze. "This is a normal deduction."
Aunt Cui listened to him from the side with a serious expression.
Su Cunyi was silent for a long time. He wanted to argue, but he could not find something to refute him.
When Pei Huai said this, his expression was especially cold and lacked humanity. However, Su Cunyi clearly remembered that when they were in the townhouse, he was very reasonable and considerate.
